Just because Playtime is over, of course, doesn't mean that Yukimura has changed his mind about the pacing. Akaya's finally getting direct attention where he wants it, but it's going to be drawn out. For the sake of savoring it; for the sake of making it that much more electrifying in the end; for the sake of hearing more of those beautiful sounds he makes. Remember every ounce of this intensity, Akaya, the pleasure and euphoria so strong it makes your toes curl. Remember because there's no choice. Remember because that's the only way this is guaranteed to end well for you.

Yukimura brings him right to the edge of relief, then eases off. He stops because they're not done yet, and that's one thing he knows they agree on. He marks Akaya's midline with another trail of kisses, this time working from the bottom up to the stomach, the chest, the collar, the neck, the ear. He threads his fingers through the hair at Akaya's nape and cups the back of his head, cradling it close to him in a moment of silent intimacy, a pause from the passion and the pleasure to simply focus on the presence.

There are no words for this feeling. It's fulfilling, painful, cherished and yearning all at once. Akaya.